The Crucible
The Crucible
Sometimes I wonder what's up with me
I live life so rough and brutally
Call 'em excuses if you like, I've got my reasons
Too gone for too long, endless seasons...
It's hard to tell now in the light of my flame
That there were actually times I forgot my own name
If you live in the jungle too long, you become an animal
Hard, forged in pain, shaped on life's anvil
Quenched in blood, lust and acidic desire
With the heat and intensity of wild, white-hot fire
DANK
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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| My Opposite End | 1 | 06/11/2011 |
| Riffin' Riffin' | 0 | 01/24/2011 |
| IF YOU KNEW | 0 | 07/23/2010 |
| YOU WANT ME | 0 | 07/23/2010 |
| Something? Nothing? | 0 | 07/15/2010 |
| Mr. Rude | 3 | 07/07/2010 |
| I'm Not Sure If That Matters | 1 | 07/06/2010 |
| What Should We Do...? | 1 | 07/05/2010 |
| Grrr! | 0 | 06/27/2010 |
| Still Crazy... | 0 | 06/27/2010 |
| untitled | 2 | 06/27/2010 |
| SADOMASOCISTI C CRIMINALTHOUG HTS |
1 | 06/27/2010 |
| HaHa!!! | 0 | 06/27/2010 |
| The Last Time | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Gleam In The Eastern Sky | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
| In Love | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| Why Aren't You Crying? | 4 | 07/15/2009 |
| The Crucible | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
| L-OVER | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Right At The Start | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
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